You must use that hope an' faith to help you get well.

For we mustn't forget that you're in more danger than Collie." "I _will_ gamble on you--my life--my very soul," replied Moore, fervently.

"By Heaven! I'll be the man I might have been.

I'll rise out of despair.

I'll even reconcile myself to being a cripple." "An', Wils, will you rise above hate ?" asked Wade, softly.
"Hate! Hate of whom ?" "Jack Belllounds." The cowboy stared, and his lean, pale face contracted.
"Pard, you wouldn't--you couldn't expect me to--to forgive him ?" "No.